My Tribute to My Mom

When I think back to all of the memories of you, it makes me smile. Watching you out of your bedroom window while you spray painted my ballet shoes in the backyard for my next ballet recital. The Saturday afternoons that we would go for lunch and get our nails done. The rainy afternoons we would sit in the brown recliner together and listen to music on the phonograph. As I got older, I know I was a challenge to raise at times. Knowing you would have…